Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Can he be this righteous?

~Hospital~

Following Davis instructions as suggested by his wife, proper arrangements were made at the hospital concerning Elder Allen security and protection.

It can be said that was the first job his revived security team took on. With Jessica’s aid since he couldn’t come forward, Elder Allen’s ward was changed to another while the security details had also been significantly increased.

Strategically stationed, they remained hidden from outsiders with only a few guards posted visibly at the door; the rest blended in by taking positions near neighboring private wards, pretending to be relatives of patients.

Their primary job seemed to be limiting access to the old man’s room while maintaining constant vigilance over everyone’s move towards the Old man to avoid any mishap.

On that note, entry was now strictly restricted to four people: Alfred, Linda, an assigned doctor, and one nurse. Everyone else, no matter their rank or relation, was denied entry.

Alfred arrived at the hospital at noon to visit the Old man as he always did every day. Usually, he expected a quiet, cold ward. But as he stepped into the hallway, his breath caught in his throat and his face paled.

The ward of the Old man stood ajar as though no one had ever lived there, he walked slowly toward the ward, his heart galloping in trepidation of any outcome

Much to his guess, there is no one in the ward. Alfred felt his heart lurch with fear. He spurned on his heel to head toward the report center but bumped into an elderly lady who seems to have been the one in charge of the cleaning of the ward.

Seeing his flustered expression, she smiled lightly "Looking for the Old Man?" She asked concisely. Alfred glanced at her smiling face. "You have an idea?" He asked.

The woman nodded "he was relocated to another ward, it was more spacious, comfortable and convenient."She explained. "You can go down the hallway to see for yourself in the next morning.

Hearing her words, Alfred was stumped as his words that made its way to his lips was swallowed back.

Slowly, he turned around and walked down the hallway and arrived at the next ward but the sight he met made him frown.

The entrance to the ward was flanked by two new guards. Not in standard uniforms—too casual, too strategically positioned. Seeing the security stationed at the door, Alfred’s heart thumped in anxiety.

As Alfred approached the door, a strange sense of unease crept into his heart. His steps slowed. His hands tightened around the small thermos he carried containing the Elder’s meal. His eyes flicked to the guards.

They didn’t move. Just stood there, unmoving, watching silently.

"Who are these people and why are there guards at the door post?" He thought.

He hadn’t seen these guards before and didn’t know any of them. Alfred’s heart pounded as he observed the unfamiliar guards. "Who had deployed these men?"

Alfred swallowed hard. "Is it Desmond? Can he be this righteous?" But that idea didn’t sit right with him. He had served the Allen family long enough to know Desmond’s character—ruthless, calculating, power-hungry. He wouldn’t assign guards to protect the Elder unless he had another motive.

If it were Desmond who deployed them, it could only mean danger. Desmond had never shown such concern before. But if it wasn’t him, then who had sent them?

"What is their real intention toward the Old Man?" he thought, unease gripping him. He considered questioning them, but fear rooted him to the ground.

What if they turned on him? What if Desmond had indeed placed them there to keep others away? The Allen family’s situation was becoming increasingly precarious. Every step had to be taken with caution as one wrong step could mean disaster.

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